The Edge

This skin doesn't fit me anymore. I want to claw my way out of it and be something else. I cry and I yell and I scream and it never goes away. I would give anything to feel something anymore but you killed it, you killed the ability I once had to make myself feel anything. I am going to go through the motions of living for the rest of my life, but I'm already empty. Thanks. You managed to save me and destroy me at the same time.

The edge...there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over - Hunter S. Thompson